The years I was in the human world

Lu Zhouxue lay quietly for a while, but couldn't fall asleep. He could hear the steady breathing of Kong Que. He slept quite well. He was smacking his lips in his dream. Lu Zhouxue turned over gently, and Xiao Fengzhuo beside him whispered to him: "Can't sleep?"

Lu Zhouxue paused in turning over, acknowledging that he couldn't sleep, and then asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

"Cats sleep during the day." Xiao Fengzhuo said, his tone sounding a bit pitiful. "What is Mianmian thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about Chu Zhaoli." Lu Zhouxue said. Xiao Fengzhuo didn't deliberately exaggerate anything when he told the story, but Lu Zhouxue just felt that Chu Zhaoli was actually a poor man who couldn't get what he wanted.

"Can't get what you want? Why do you think so?" Xiao Fengzhuo turned over and moved in front of Lu Zhouxue. The two of them lay sideways and looked at each other, with the former's eyes burning.

Lu Zhouxue then realized that he had accidentally said what was in his heart, but since Xiao Fengzhuo asked, he just followed the other party's words and said, "His biological mother passed away, his father doesn't love him, and he has such a reputation. Is there anyone who will care about his joys and sorrows?"

"Go on." Xiao Fengzhuo's heart skipped a beat. He lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, and his tone remained calm with no change in his voice.

Lu Zhouxue didn't notice anything. He continued slowly, "The birthday gift might just be a child asking for candy and trying to get his father's attention. But no one taught him the ways of the world, so he gave the wrong gift and was convicted of treason."

"Mianmian is always kind to people." Xiao Fengzhuo smiled and said, "Maybe he really just intended to rebel, but failed miserably because of his mediocre talent?"

"Maybe." Lu Zhouxue said this and then fell silent. He just suddenly felt sympathy for the deposed prince.

At three o'clock in the morning, a suona was suddenly played. The sound was very long and particularly desolate in the boundless wilderness. Lu Zhouxue felt light and opened his eyes as soon as the suona sounded. He found that Xiao Fengzhuo had been squatting by the door at some point and had dug a hole in the white silk cocoon room to look out.

Lu Zhouxue walked towards him and was about to ask what was going on, but Xiao Fengzhuo turned around, made a gesture to him to keep quiet, shook his head gently, then pulled him to his side and motioned for him to look for himself.

In the thick night, a wedding procession came out with music and drums. The red makeup stretched for ten miles. The ceremonial guards leading the way formed a long queue, but only the long-drawn sound of suonas could be heard. It didn't seem like a wedding procession, but more like a funeral. The groom in red clothes and black hair sat on a tall horse at the back with a stiff smile on his face. The attendants who followed him had stiff pale faces. The women had rouge and powder on their faces in bright red and green colors, which looked exaggerated and weird.

The carriage that the bride was riding in was extremely gorgeous. The bright red color gave off an eerie feeling in the boundless night. The red roof was round, and a wooden pillar was erected at each corner of the carriage to hold up the curtain, which covered the carriage. Four wide belts inlaid with jade were hung outside, and four big horses pulled the carriage in the front, with the same bright red festive silk tied on their heads.

The groom picked up his bride from somewhere and walked along the old road of the old capital with banging and knocking all the way. When he saw the details of the ceremonial procession clearly, Lu Zhouxue widened his eyes slightly. Under the frame of the bride's carriage was a coffin with the word "甸" written on it. Bright red silk was heavily adorned on the horse's head, and something seemed to be dripping down. It was clearly the white silk used for the sacrifice that was stained red by blood.

"Brother Lu..." Peacock's panicked voice sounded from behind them, which was particularly abrupt in the silent night. They turned their heads and saw that the original three walls had disappeared at some point, replaced by lonely graves covered with weeds. Sky-white silk satin was hung on top, like scarves to mourn the dead. A pair of bony hands covered Peacock's eyes, preventing her from seeing Lu Zhouxue who was so close to her.

The skeleton raised its head towards the two of them, and malicious intent seemed to be seen in its empty eye sockets.

The sound of the suona stopped, and the wedding procession also stopped as if time had stopped. The groom, the attendants, and the matchmaker in front of the carriage all turned their heads and stared at the two of them with their eyes wide open. The cold wind blew the fallen leaves rustling, and Lu Zhouxue was holding the skeleton in a stalemate with his magic formula. The atmosphere was deadlocked, and suddenly, a cat cried shrilly.

Lu Zhouxue didn't notice that Xiao Fengzhuo beside him changed his expression, and then a woman's bell-like laughter rang out. At the same time, Lu Zhouxue made a quick move, and pointed his fingertips on the skull's forehead. In an instant, the entire skull was devoured by the dark blue flame.

Kong Que threw herself into Lu Zhouxue's arms with lingering fear. The latter patted her back which was tense because of fear and said, "It's okay. I'm here."

But before he could say another word, Xiao Fengzhuo rushed over with a changed expression, as if he wanted to grab his hand, but he was still a step too late. The ground under his feet suddenly twisted, and the Netherworld Road opened without warning, and Lu Zhouxue and Kong Que both fell down.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself on the bridal sedan chair he had just seen. It was hung with heavy and luxurious ribbons, and under the seat was a soft cushion embroidered with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water. Lu Zhouxue's clothes had also changed. The neat and solemn white clothes were replaced by a heavy and gorgeous bright red wedding dress embroidered with fine patterns. Her hair was tied up high, and the expensive and numerous gold and silver head ornaments on it made him unable to lift his head.

Lu Zhouxue knew something was wrong, but she didn't care about it. She pulled off the gold and silver hairpin on her head and threw it aside casually. She opened the curtain in front of her, and gathered a powerful energy in her hand and was about to strike out. However, she suddenly lost her balance and fell on the soft cushion. Only then did Lu Zhouxue realize that something was wrong with her body.

His eyes widened, almost in astonishment, as he watched his heavy wedding dress prop up his belly into a round shape. For a moment, he didn't know what had happened, and was at a loss. His movement in the sedan startled the maid who came with the dowry. The maid lifted the curtain, with a vain smile on her pale face, and asked her in a stiff tone: "Does the queen have any instructions?"

Lu Zhouxue was still confused as she looked at her face. The maid was not a living person but a paper doll with two bright blush spots on her pale face and her mouth stretched to her ears. She looked scary. Lu Zhouxue silently closed the curtain and said, "It's okay."

"If there is anything, Your Majesty, just call me." The paper maid said outside the sedan chair. Perhaps because he saw her true face, Lu Zhouxue felt her voice became eerie. But now he didn't have time to care about these things. Compared with the paper maid, the bulging belly made him more concerned.

Lu Zhouxue lay on his side on the cushion in the sedan in an ungraceful manner. He carefully lifted the hem of his clothes and reached out to touch her. Even though he was calm in the face of emergencies, he was still frightened by her sudden big belly. He felt right, this was indeed his body, and all the organs were still there. He was not inexplicably transported to some woman's body, he just simply... had a big belly.

Lu Zhouxue felt a little panicked for some reason. He controlled his slightly trembling arms and placed his hands on the round belly. It was indeed supported from his stomach. The belly was tight and hot, like that of a woman who was ten months pregnant. It moved when his hands touched it.

It would have been fine if the unknown thing in his stomach didn't move. But once it moved, it pressed on a vital part of Lu Zhouxue's body. It didn't hurt, but it was unbearable. Soon, Lu Zhouxue's ears turned red and his eyes were wet. He put down the hem of his wedding dress in a rather embarrassed manner, trying to cover up the embarrassing reaction. He curled up into a small ball on the mat like a soft and harmless fat rabbit.

Lu Zhouxue had been pure and abstinent for tens of thousands of years, and had never suffered such torture. It was not that he didn't know what to do, but it was always a place like this, with eerie paper men guarding outside, and he didn't know where he would be carried to. How could he do such a thing in this situation?

The sedan suddenly stopped, and Lu Zhouxue heard someone shouting, "Please get out of the sedan—" Then the curtain was lifted, but it was not the paper maid from before. What came into view first was the groom's bright red wedding dress. A pale hand reached out to him, and Lu Zhouxue's veil was lifted by him, so he could see the groom's extremely familiar face. Lu Zhouxue was stunned for a moment. The other party smiled at him and called out, "Madam?"

Lu Zhouxue silently took the groom's hand, then slowly tightened it, and stood up with his help, but was knocked down by the weight of her belly, and fell into his arms. The groom laughed softly, and he held Lu Zhouxue's shoulders, looking down at the person in his arms with tender eyes. He whispered: "Brother Sui Miao, you and I are not married yet, how come you are pregnant first?"

Lu Zhouxue stretched out his hands and embraced the groom's neck, as if embracing a lost treasure. He looked at the groom's gentle eyes with a sad and hesitant look, and lightly touched the corners of the latter's eyes and eyebrows with his fingertips. He said to himself: "You know, I have seen many people like him since then, but none of them are him - you will not be an exception."

After Lu Zhouxue finished speaking, the fingertips of the hand that was placed on the back of the groom's neck suddenly flashed with cold light, and the groom's head fell to the ground. Then the gentle face disappeared completely, and it was clearly a paper man in bright red and green colors, staring at Lu Zhouxue with round eyes.

Lu Zhouxue dealt with the groom and was about to get rid of the paper figures for the marriage with his heavy belly in his hands. Then he would try to find the peacock, when suddenly a strong force hit his knee from behind. Lu Zhouxue knelt down without noticing, and then he was pinned to the ground by the paper figures that pounced on him and could not move.

It’s strange to say, these paper figures looked light and fluttery, and they weren’t spirits, but they were able to pin Lu Zhouxue to the ground, making him unable to resist.

Lu Zhouxue was restrained by the paper figurine and had her veil covered again. She was led to the groom's residence like a prisoner being escorted. The Yin-Yang master holding the bowl prayed and poured out the contents of the bowl. However, what came out were not grain, bean money or cardamom chips, but white ghost paper money. Then a ghost boy with a green face and fangs jumped out to snatch the ghost paper money that fell on the ground. Under the bright red sedan chair, the eerie prayers were indescribably strange.

Lu Zhouxue was pushed by two paper maids on the left and right as he walked into the mansion. What lay under his feet was not a blue cloth strip, but a white, mournful-looking satin. At this time, a man holding a mirror came out from the door. The mirror was facing Lu Zhouxue, but the picture reflected in it was extremely unbearable.

Lu Zhouxue was covered with a veil and could not be seen. He only saw the mirror reflecting him, and then it quickly changed. It was a figure in green clothes running forward with his back to the mirror. Soon the person in the mirror suddenly fell down, and his naked thighs and round belly were exposed. The person seemed to be avoiding something, and he got up awkwardly and continued to run, while looking around panically. The face that turned around was thin and beautiful, and it was Lu Zhouxue.

He was forced by two paper men to cross the saddle, dry grass and a scale. He was supposed to go to the "empty tent" next, but he didn't expect that the two paper men took him to the ancestral hall and forced him to kneel on the cold floor tiles. Lu Zhouxue vaguely saw from under the veil that there seemed to be someone sitting next to him.

But before he could think too much, the man threw something in front of him and cursed him viciously: "You lowly little whore, you got pregnant before you even got married."

Lu Zhouxue: “???” Are you sick?

Lu Zhouxue looked puzzled. He himself didn't understand why a man like him became a bride and got pregnant. But this man came to blame him first. Lu Zhouxue was not the type to swallow his anger. He felt as if he had regained his mobility. He simply pulled off the veil on his head. However, when he took off the veil, he found that he was kneeling in the middle, surrounded by several circles of paper people in three layers inside and outside.

All of them had frosty faces, bright red blush on their face, and they were talking in a sinister and chattering manner with their mouths open.

"You're already pregnant before you even get married, you deserve to be put in a pig cage."

"I don't know which wild man's bastard's fetus is in her belly. It's too easy for this little whore to be put into a pig cage. She should be made to ride a wooden horse instead."

"In my opinion, he should be stripped naked and paraded through the streets, so that people can see what the consequences of having sex with someone are."

The paper figures were talking in a shrill voice, making the noise even louder. After all, it was the paper figure who had spoken earlier who decided on the treatment of Lu Zhouxue. His eyes, which were dotted with dots, rolled around, and after a moment they fixed on Lu Zhouxue. He grinned from ear to ear: "Come here, strip this little whore, put her on a wooden horse and parade her through the streets. Let her go when she dies."

If he was really stripped and paraded through the streets on a wooden horse, even if he didn't die, Lu Zhouxue would have no face to live. He knelt on the spot calmly, his stomach feeling heavy. Gradually, his waist began to ache and he could hardly kneel any longer. Fortunately, the paper figures that came up to him were very quick. As soon as they touched him, the Qi Guan Shan He in his hand blasted out. The paper figures looked ferocious, but they were actually made of paper, light and fluttering, and would fly away if blown.